Chapter 107 Soaked In Fear

• Wrapped in the cocoon of my own contemplations, I was startled by the gentle tap-tap against the wooden surface, echoing through the room like distant thunder. With a jolt, I roused myself from the embrace of my thoughts and called out with the last reserves of energy I could muster, "Come in."
• Even before the door yielded to the knock, I knew who stood on the threshold. Hastily smoothing down the disarray of my appearance, I ran my hands through my hair to tame the rebellious strands that teased my cheeks. A quick swipe cleared away the remnants of raindrops clinging to my lashes, remnants of a recent downpour.
• The door creaked open, admitting both Sania and Rix into the room. Sania, her face a portrait of nervousness, held a hand to her abdomen, a silent gesture betraying the turmoil within her. Rix, as usual, wore his cloak of irritation, his presence a tempest waiting to be unleashed.